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MOSS's research progress had surged to ninety percent at a frantic pace, clearly thanks to the terrifying heat Crimson Typhoon had brought him.
Although he hadn't piloted the mech this time, his name had long since been linked to the mech. People naturally thought of his name when they saw it, and inevitably brought him up whenever they discussed it.
What's more, Crimson Typhoon's pilots were kept secret from the outside world. Throughout the entire project's external publicity, only his name had ever been mentioned, so in the end the heat naturally landed on him as well.
But.
Ryan opened the system panel, pulled up MOSS's function module diagram, and carefully studied the research results that had been made public so far.
Space navigation, communication, positioning, voice recognition, image recognition, language translation, logical reasoning, disaster warning, terrain scanning, administrative management, security monitoring.
These were all functions implemented on the foundation of the intelligent-program architecture.
Clearly, in the system's view, MOSS's main body was this program code. The servers that supported its operation didn't count as part of it. This was a project with no physical body.
Ryan finished his overview and felt slightly let down.
The system had listed so many function modules, and some of them weren't worth much.
Communication, for instance. In the film, MOSS could directly locate a specific communication point and establish a call with it. But this was a function achieved by drawing on resources. It wasn't that MOSS itself controlled the Earth's communication system.
It merely used its own communication module to draw on the communication system and achieve this function.
Abilities like terrain scanning were the same. In essence, they were all abilities that could only be realized by drawing on other resources.
These functions, without the hardware to work alongside them, would be entirely unusable even if he replicated the code in reality. Their only use was to serve as a reference for designing programs with the same functions.
But although these function modules weren't worth much, looking at the project as a whole, the other parts were extremely impressive.
In the entire system right now, the most valuable thing was the basic architecture of MOSS's artificial intelligence system.
If you compared artificial intelligence to a house, this architecture was equivalent to a perfect foundation. On this foundation, whether you built a high-rise tower or a palatial estate, it could bear the load perfectly.
Besides this architecture, the most valuable things were the algorithms that implemented all those functions. The neural network algorithm he'd studied earlier counted as one, but MOSS also needed to use many other algorithms while running.
These algorithms were like the materials for building a house. Each kind of algorithm corresponded to a kind of building material. With these algorithms, it was like having the materials to build, and what kind of house you wanted to build simply came down to whether you had the algorithm for the corresponding function.
The databases the system had restored to support the algorithms, on the other hand, were the least valuable of all. Because in theory, this was data from another world, and there was no way he could type out the database code line by line.
To be honest, Ryan couldn't even be certain whether the data in these databases was something the system had simply made up within reasonable bounds.
Ryan checked the time and only then realized that while he'd been reviewing the system material, the hour had crept into evening.
He packed a dinner from the cafeteria, and on the way back to his dorm, he glanced at the progress on the system panel again. It had climbed another percentage point. At this rate, the project would probably wrap up tomorrow or the day after.
The new project was right before his eyes.
He pushed open the dorm door. The computer was still lit, displaying the basic-version artificial intelligence he'd written earlier.
Over this period, he'd basically left this AI to its own devices. The few training sets used for its learning had been repeated who knew how many times by now.
It was currently the equivalent of a student who'd run through the same exam-prep workbook thousands of times without an answer key.
Then again, for an artificial intelligence, repeatedly training on a single training set was perfectly normal to begin with.
And even after running through the workbook this many times, it could still derive new patterns from each pass, which went to show that this "student" wasn't very smart right now.
Eating his dinner, Ryan decided to test how effective this AI's training had been over this period. With one hand, he tapped at the keyboard. "Search for images of Crimson Typhoon."
Swish.
A huge batch of images instantly appeared on the feedback page, all of them scraped from web searches by the program.
Using the proportion of the image taken up by Crimson Typhoon as the ranking weight, the frontmost were livestream screenshots, followed by tourist souvenir photos people had posted online, downloaded simply because the tags included Crimson Typhoon.
"Exclude all images in which the mech doesn't appear."
The images shifted again. This time only the livestream screenshots remained, along with people's long-distance photos with Crimson Typhoon out at sea.
In those latter photos, Crimson Typhoon was mostly just a blurry shadow. That it could be recognized as the mech at all was once again thanks to image recognition.
Ryan rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, then wrote a new command. "Change all the red parts of the mech in the images to blue."
This command was carried out at once. Across all the images, the red armor on Crimson Typhoon's surface was changed to blue in an instant.
Under the AI's pixel-level operation, the colors were perfectly converted, and Crimson Typhoon had turned into a Deep-Blue Typhoon.
But the texture details on the crimson armor were crudely buried by the new color, and the armor's sense of depth was lost, the effect looking like a blue color block had simply been laid over it.
"This effect is alright. The logical ability just isn't there yet." Ryan flipped through the images as he ate.
There had been a hidden requirement in what he'd just said. If an ordinary person had heard it, they'd naturally have known to make the modification while preserving the current image quality.
But the artificial intelligence didn't have this capacity for logical thinking. It had only understood the task of converting red to blue within the corresponding area, so it had crudely executed that task, and the result was naturally poor.
Afterward, Ryan ran several more tests, all with similar results.
This showed that training at the current level had already hit its ceiling.
To strengthen this artificial intelligence further, he'd need to launch more, larger-scale, brand-new training to let it acquire more data, and he'd need to boost its computing power as well.
The server room next door had gone through several expansions over the past six months, but by the looks of the current situation, it still wasn't enough.
It was time to build a professional platform for this artificial intelligence.
At this thought, he picked up his phone and dialed his father. His very first words were:
"Dad, let's open an artificial intelligence research center."
"Huh?"
On the other end, Ryan's father was stunned for a moment.
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